// nothing is as simple, I worship, you're my temple //
Where Danta sees a reflection of their past, of the Climb full of people milling about and the scent of food and smoke intermixed between the stalls and the large fire, Asta sees it through a different lens. It’s famililar, yes, but in the way that puts him on a different kind of edge than Danta harbors. Subconsciously remaining closer to Danta with a pasted smile on his own face, only when he doesn’t recognize the vast majority for being the Ancients he recalled so many years ago, does he finally agree to his fiancé. “It does.” He murmurs, harboring his own nostalgia through different veins.
Being Ancient, the heat doesn’t bother them. And so it’s with a formal yet not quite a full suit, of attire that the butcher wears. A deep emerald shirt with its sleeves rolled up, tucked neatly into charcoal pants and dark pointed shoes that he knows the ash from the Climb won’t mess with. His tail twitches rather than sways with ease as it usually did, and as they make their way to the bonfire, Asta flashes his fiancé a slightly easier smile as he snaps himself out of it. “I found this.” He hums, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an offering from Tanau he’d found when he’d sparred with Kaisel. It had sat on his shelves and Asta had claimed it without a second thought when Kaisel asked about it.
The offering itself is a sunstone, warm in his hands and glowing within the center of it. And its with that which he watches the rainbow display of Danta’s fun bag of powder that the butcher tosses his in with his own quiet little prayer to the Longheat deity. Being from Halo originally, the butcher was fond of Tanau, more so than his Deepfrost sister, though he’d never verbalized it. Until now, at least, when his chin lifts and he shoots a shark-tooth grin at the bonfire. “I have loved it this season.” He compliments, before drifting away with Danta from the bonfire to take in the stalls.
Glancing sidelong at the Theocrat to make sure he’s okay, he opts for something he distinctly recalls Danta never having the chance to do before during events like these. “Come along, darling. Let us grab something to eat, mm?” Looping his arm with Danta’s to take hin over to the stall for whatever he wanted, the butcher finally starts to relax.
Asta found his offering here: [Training] Paint it black, don't need a midas touch
Being Ancient, the heat doesn’t bother them. And so it’s with a formal yet not quite a full suit, of attire that the butcher wears. A deep emerald shirt with its sleeves rolled up, tucked neatly into charcoal pants and dark pointed shoes that he knows the ash from the Climb won’t mess with. His tail twitches rather than sways with ease as it usually did, and as they make their way to the bonfire, Asta flashes his fiancé a slightly easier smile as he snaps himself out of it. “I found this.” He hums, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an offering from Tanau he’d found when he’d sparred with Kaisel. It had sat on his shelves and Asta had claimed it without a second thought when Kaisel asked about it.
The offering itself is a sunstone, warm in his hands and glowing within the center of it. And its with that which he watches the rainbow display of Danta’s fun bag of powder that the butcher tosses his in with his own quiet little prayer to the Longheat deity. Being from Halo originally, the butcher was fond of Tanau, more so than his Deepfrost sister, though he’d never verbalized it. Until now, at least, when his chin lifts and he shoots a shark-tooth grin at the bonfire. “I have loved it this season.” He compliments, before drifting away with Danta from the bonfire to take in the stalls.
Glancing sidelong at the Theocrat to make sure he’s okay, he opts for something he distinctly recalls Danta never having the chance to do before during events like these. “Come along, darling. Let us grab something to eat, mm?” Looping his arm with Danta’s to take hin over to the stall for whatever he wanted, the butcher finally starts to relax.
Asta found his offering here: [Training] Paint it black, don't need a midas touch
Astaroth
// and heaven, hold your gates open, all the hell we've been through //
